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Creative Nonfiction Fall 2018

Creative Nonfiction is the voice of the genre. Every issue includes long-form essays blending style with substance; writing that pushes the genre’s boundaries; commentary and notes on craft; conversations with writers; and more. Simply put, Creative Nonfiction demonstrates the depth and versatility of the genre it helped define.

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IN THIS ISSUE

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what’s the story?

IT MIGHT SEEM, to the outsider, that writers live pretty safe lives. Yes, there are some, mostly journalists, who immerse themselves in troubled and war-torn countries, and they can and do get hurt. But most of us who write sit at keyboards or notepads every day and create stuff—poems, plays, stories, essays—mostly from our heads. Still, although we may be safe from physical harm, all of us who write know that every hour we devote to our notepad or keyboard, every moment we stop and think and dwell on the thoughts and ideas that will, in one way or another, find life on a page or computer display, involves monumental risk. Think about the writer’s life. Whether we write for an hour or eight hours every day, whether we write before…

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about the illustrations

MARANIE RAE STAAB is a Pittsburgh-based independent photographer and journalist working to document human rights and social justice issues, displacement and the periphery of conflict—how violence and war affects individuals and societies. Her work focuses on people and especially those in marginalized parts of society, whether domestically or abroad. To date, her work has taken her throughout Eastern and Western Europe, Africa, the Middle East and Southeast Asia. The illustrations in this issue were selected from her photographs of street art and graffiti. Staab explains, “Some dismiss street art as a lesser art form, and others don’t consider it art at all. When done well, street art and graffiti can serve not only to enhance an urban landscape but also to touch your heart, mind, and soul. Almost always it makes…

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politics in prose

WE’VE ALL BEEN to good parties and bad parties. The best parties have interesting guests, respectful and thought-provoking conversation, and a goodly amount of laughter. The bad parties are filled with awkward small talk. The worse parties are ones where people make asses of themselves. The worst parties are the ones where you are that ass. For almost twenty years, I’ve been editing literary publications with the philosophy that it’s like hosting a good party, and I thought I had it down pat. For the past five years, I’ve been editing Full Grown People (FGP), an online literary magazine about the thick of life. Twice a week, I publish essays that explore the kinds of moments and experiences that make even adulthood feel like another awkward age: looking for love at…

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wading through the whitestream: a conversation about writing and publishing when you’re not white

On november 30, 2017, about thirty writers assembled in Boston at the headquarters of GrubStreet, one of the largest writing centers in the country, for an event organized by the Boston Writers of Color group. The night’s event, called a Local Editor Panel, featured editors of Massachusetts-based literary magazines and a nervous volunteer moderator: me. Despite my efforts to contact magazines that employ an ethnically and racially diverse staff, none of the editors who had accepted my invitation to be on the panel were people of color. Should the event be cancelled? Shouldn’t representation be a prerequisite for a conversation that was to center, in part, on inclusion? Despite my misgivings, we didn’t cancel the event that night because I received advice from writers of color not to, and, of course,…

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risk: an accounting

* Like a flower at first, all daisy face and fairy blossom. Or a star, if you prefer, supernova of cellular splits. Aster. Suggestion of beauty, hint of growth. The risk comes next: little aphid on the pistil, little dust mote in the cosmos, little nucleus caught in the act of dividing. It’s the ending that signals Results not typical, Side effects may include … Warning! Little caveat. Little button at the collar. Little jacket snap and tie clip. Put them both together to form the section break: tiny raft adrift on a wide, unpunctuated sea. Asterisk. Little barnacle on a rock. Little hole in the wall, peering out, peering in. Little pip on a die. Little jewel in a shell. It’s impossible to tell what the risk will yield. Little…

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mother apothecary

IT IS OCTOBER AND HOT, midway through the slow bleed of summer’s end in North Carolina. We park the car in a strip mall. My husband takes our two sons to browse a temporary Halloween shop. I go into the adjoining Harris Teeter grocery store and drop off a prescription for Abilify, an antipsychotic, at the pharmacy. I wait in front of a shelf of Pepto-Bismol and its lookalikes. We’ve decided to tell our older son that Dr. S. has given us all new vitamins. His is clear, and Dad’s, mine, and his younger brother’s are pink, and they all taste terrible! My armpits grow slippery; I fear that the smell of my body is insulting the metallic purity of the store. Everything is lined up perfectly and clearly labeled. It…

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